The Lisheth

By Tara Nicole Walker

12.23.02

Beyond the earthen washing way,

Are secrets of the heart

Where beautiful wholesome children play

From end of day to start

Raven hair with flecks of gold

Shine brightly in the sun

None giving heed to time or wealth

Or troubles that have not yet begun

Women was in the earthen way

Long hair shining brightly in dappled light

Luscious figures and rosy skin

No beauties hidden from out of sight

Children play with delightful cries

Stopping only when the sun does set

Theirs is a land of harmony

They are the people of Lisheth

Creatures with cloven hooves do dance

About the graceful feet of theirs

Brown from sun and dust alike

Little do they think of life and little do they care

They dance, themselves, among the trees

And sing sweet the songs of lore

Singing high they ring the hills

Singing broken songs with heats are torn

Yet with joyful voices

They raise aloud sweet lamentations of melody

Never dreaming or knowing how

To quell the emotions of melancholy

Yet when their song does end

They return with hearts of joy

To their never-ending journey

Working; man, woman, girl and boy

The Lisheth, they dwell inside their minds

In a world all their own

So you will not find their traces

Or their artwork carved in stone

A magical people so full of hurtful joy

What is valuable to us is no

For life and love are their toys

A remembrance of peoples gone

And peoples yet to come

Hoping for the best from both

Looking forward to a setting sun